It changes color time to time like people
I always wanted to touch the sky with my bare hands
I once tasted it as I was standing at the edge of living
It tasted like my dreams and hope left in aliveness
When the sky is filled with clouds and
Sun overcomes it just like potential within ourselves
It was hard to touch the sky
So I measured with ambitions
As the storm and clouds were taking place
There was a feeling of lonesome deep within my heart
Heavy rain started to pour and that day I was crying with the sky
As the sun rises again
The brightness was too much to handle with my naked eyes
But the sunshine was lingering through my fingers
I closed my eyes to perceive the victory
The happiness of sky knew no bound
That day I described the “sky” as life